Me: (piling empty, madly-outgassing gasoline cans every-which-way on top of propane bottles in the back of the Jeep)
M: (handing me the last one) "Do you want the mercury fulminate and black powder now?"
Me: "Naw, I'm gonna put that on top of the nitroglycerin in the back seat." (slamming door) "Boy, that was hard work. I need a cigarette."
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That brings back memories from a fuel run at another gulch, one waaaay up in the mountains, on a bad, 4-wheel only road.
We had 2 big propane bottles, 6 or 8 gas cans, several gallons of kerosene, 200 lb of coal, boxes of strike anywhere matches, shotgun shells, rifle cartridges, and few sticks of dynamite for good measure. All lashed into a tiny rented jeep with a bad cough.
K: You sure you want to take all of this up in one load?
S: Yeah, I can only blow my ass to kingdom come once anyway.
:D Too funny. :D
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